He swooped her soft brunette hair from her anxious pale face while feeling her warm minty breath glide over his fingers. Caressing the side of her face his fingers found her chin and tilted her small face up to meet his gaze. In that moment they were silent. Emotion only shown through eyes. She spoke like silk, smoothly, silently...
"It's time to wake up"
Startled, He shot upright in his bed. In a daze he looked around bringing himself back into reality. He has had the same dream all week and he always woke up the same. 'Who is she?' He questioned himself regularly on this topic yet to no avail. Rolling over in his slumber he reached to the luminosity of his phone. 5:37am Right on time. Every day the same. 5:37 on the dot he would wake and check his phone. Almost becoming a bad habit. His equivalent to nail biting. This girl was suck in his mind and he would carry her with him as he moved around his day.
Alarms jolted him awake again at 7:00am and they were snoozed by a grunting Dan rolling on the very little air in his bed on the floor. The grunting continued but the still dazed Pj felt wide awake. It was a state he had become accustomed too now.
"You awake Peej?" Dan mumbled from the floor. He made an affirmative grunt and proceeded with his regular questioning of the brunette girl before opening the blackout blinds in his dimmed room. Dan covered his eyes from the light beaming down on him and let out a tiny scream. As the light shone down of Pjs face the image of the brunette girl faded and reality sank back into his disappointed mind. He would do anything to meet this girl. That is if she is in fact real...
"Peej, what are you thinking about?" Dan knew his distant, quiet, and quizzical face. I can't tell him. The judgement if anyone found out would ruin his reputation. The fact he didn't even know himself didn't help the matter.
"About breakfast! Fancy a trip to the pub for a fry up?" The appreciative nod from Dan was enough to know that he couldn't go back on his word now. The two friends changed and headed to the door. Today I might meet her. Pjs brain was mumbling about the brunette girl again.